MY BEATING HEART

CHAPTER 3- TENSION

Stepping into his room, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I closed my eyes, bracing for something bold, expecting him to jump me the moment I crossed the threshold. But to my surprise, he said nothing.

Instead, he led me to the sitting room, casually asking, "What would you like to have?"

We ended up talking. For hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. The conversation flowed so effortlessly that I lost track of time until I glanced at the clock—it was already 2 a.m.

"You should stay over. Let’s get some sleep," he offered, his tone calm and sincere.

Caught off guard by how much we’d connected, I agreed, forgetting for a moment why I’d even come to his house in the first place. He led me upstairs to his bedroom in the large two-bedroom apartment.

"I want to take a bath," I said, feeling the need to freshen up.

He pointed me to the bathroom, handing me a towel. After my shower, he gave me one of his t-shirts to wear. It was oversized, hanging on me like a makeshift gown.

As I put it on, I felt a twinge of embarrassment—I’d forgotten to pack a spare change of clothes, not even panties. I had planned to go straight back to my hostel, not stay the night. The realization hit me while in the bathroom, and now I was overly conscious of my lack of underwear beneath his baggy shirt.

"Do you have any shorts I can wear?" I asked hesitantly.

He glanced at me, smirking slightly. "Sorry, I don’t."

I nodded, pretending everything was fine, but my heart raced. The intimacy of the moment felt heavier than I was prepared for.

While I was taking my bath, he showered in the other bathroom, quick and efficient. By the time I stepped out, wrapped in a towel and wearing his oversized t-shirt, I saw him already on the bed, his head resting casually on the pillow.

I froze in my tracks. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

He glanced at me, unbothered. "I’m going to bed."

"We can’t share the same bed," I protested, crossing my arms defensively.

His gaze met me, calm yet resolute. "I’m not sleeping alone tonight," he said firmly.

My heart skipped, torn between apprehension and something I couldn’t quite name. "Well, I’m not doing anything with you," I retorted, trying to sound confident despite my nerves. "I can’t."

He exhaled sharply, his tone shifting to irritation. "Fine. No problem."

Still uneasy, I climbed into bed, every nerve in my body on high alert. I was hyper-aware of my position, the space between us, and the way his presence filled the room. For a brief moment, I lay still, my heart pounding as uncertainty and tension hung thick in the air.

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I was sure he could hear it too, because after a brief moment, he moved closer, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. A shiver ran through me, and before I could ask him what he thought he was doing, he kissed me again. In that instant, every wall and defense I had crumbled.

His hot, wet kisses traveled from my lips to my neck, then down to my collarbone, and finally to my breasts. He licked and sucked with a hunger that ignited a fire within me. I found myself clutching his head, unwilling to let go of this newfound pleasure. Ashamed and frustrated by the moans escaping my lips, I finally released him, feeling slightly exhausted.

I thought it was over, but he looked at me with a grin, like a child in a candy store. "You haven’t felt this way before, have you?" he teased. Flustered, I turned my head to avoid his gaze, but he laughed, already knowing the answer. Leaning closer, he whispered in my ear "But we haven't gotten to the fun part yet."

"My eyes widened, my breath quickened, and my heart raced. 'What do you mean?' I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and began kissing my belly button, trailing his lips downward with deliberate slowness. When he reached my most sensitive spot, he paused, as if taken aback. Raising his head, he looked at me with a teasing smile and said, 'I didn't know you were ready for me.' The words sent another wave of embarrassment crashing over me, my cheeks burning as I struggled to find my voice. But before I could utter a single word, he buried his head between my legs, igniting a spark of craving that left me breathless, his tongue danced around me, sending waves of excitement coursing through my body.

I was screaming, pleading for more, begging him not to stop. Suddenly, I felt like I might burst, something primal threatening to escape. Panic set in, and I begged Daniel to stop, but he ignored me, intensifying the pleasure until my mind began to melt. I struggled to form words, still trying to tell him to halt.

Looking up at me, his tongue still buried within, he said, "Let it out; I’m dying to taste you." At those words, I lost control. It was electrifying, my body vibrating uncontrollably as my eyes rolled back. I looked down at him, and I heard him swallow the evidence of my release, a satisfied grin spreading across his lips.

He stood up, saying he needed a bath. I glanced at the bulge in his pants as he turned toward the bathroom and waited, but when he didn’t come out, I decided to take a bath myself. As I approached the bathroom door, a sharp moan echoed from within. Curiosity piqued, I entered.

There he was, under the shower, breathing heavily. When he turned to me, something primal stirred within me. He pulled me against the wall, trapping me, his body pressing against mine. I could feel the tension in the air as he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Do this again," he whispered, his hardness rubbing against me, "and I won’t guarantee your legs will function by tomorrow." With a deep sigh, he ran his hands through his hair and stepped away.

I stepped into the shower, my mind racing with thoughts of his impressive size. I felt confident that nothing would happen, convinced that it wouldn’t fit—little did I know.

As I emerged from the bathroom, my gaze fell upon him lying on the bed, his body relaxed yet exuding an undeniable tension. It was then that I noticed the significant bulge straining against the fabric of his pants. The sheer size was both intimidating and alluring—a thick outline that hinted at his arousal, prominent and demanding attention. The fabric stretched tightly, accentuating the contours and suggesting a length that seemed almost impossible to accommodate.

The sight sent a rush of adrenaline through me, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. My mind raced with thoughts of what that size would mean, the way it would feel, the way it would challenge everything I thought I knew. It was a testament to his desire, a physical manifestation of his intentions that both excited and frightened me.

As I settled onto the bed beside him, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me with a gentle yet reassuring grip. Leaning in closer, he whispered "good night" in my ear, his breath warm against my skin,

his breath was intoxicating, wrapping around me like a soft, comforting blanket, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a flutter of anticipation in my chest.